I’ve heard the high is like flying as your amazing poem describes, and you’ve captured the insidious way drugs can tantalize and deceive. The imagery here is powerful, Alan—truly a self-destructive voyage that bewitches.

Nowadays, it seems like everyone has a friend or family member who is an addict, or recovering addict. Our poor world is messed up on so many levels.
On a happier note…
Wishing you and your loved ones a very merry Christmas, Alan, and a wonderful New Year. God bless you and hold you near, my friend. ☺️

Some people hurt inside more than others, and from there it’s a matter of intensity. The most intense need the strongest relief. I’m hoping the euphoria given by Sativa will sufficiently substitute for opiates.